I like most books, particularly children's and YA. The fact that I am 21 does not and will never hinder this, and it shouldn't. A good book is a good book is a good book.
Anyway.
I'll read anything I can get my hands on if the mood suits me.

I read this book when I was 16 and hated it because I hated how stereotypical and gimmicky the main character was (I'm aware that autism is a spectrum and we aren't all "the same" but Christopher didn't feel remotely real to me nonetheless), and how the rest of the novel outside of that didn't meet enough of my criteria of "good literature" beyond that (every character was unlikable, the plot fell apart halfway through). I deleted my old review on the grounds that it was not up to my current standards of good writing, but my opinion hasn't changed. Maybe it's not a full-on one star book anymore, as time and maturity on my part makes it seem slightly better, but I just didn't think this was a particularly good book, though I am open to rereading it one day I guess.